THE WISEST FOOL

If I can burn night candles On the desk of my ambition And slaughter laziness as ritual In the thorny forest of my sweats Just to become a thundering god That the world may at my roar Without preparing my soul’s home There, in the land of eternal bliss, I...

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IN THE GALE OF RAPTURE

The echoes of a trumpet call, Steal the world with surprise Within and around the globe Infants swiftly vanish From their mothers’ back And all stars are quickly taken From the company of dark clouds O madness rules the streets! Chasing those left behind To whirl with the gale of...

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